"Ugh."
"You don't cry anymore."
"Yes?"
"Before, when I told you such a cruel and scary story, you would just cry."
Edita was really crying. She even cried in front of him and not anyone else.
'No. more than that. Edita secretly talked to a man like him?'
What kind of person is Stefano? Is he just someone who needs to be on guard, as Madame Marie said, or is he someone whom I can cry in front of, like Edita did? The gap between the two was so great that I was confused.
I stared at him with a swirling question. However, Stefano was looking at me with pride as I thought about this. I was so embarrassed by his gaze that I was about to lower my head, but Stefano twisted his body.
"Madame Marie is coming. I have to go."
"Are you afraid of Madame Marie when you leave everything to me? Is this the only way to say that it is a spy?"
Stefano laughed at my pins and said.
"If you get married and think something is wrong, find me."
"How do you trust a spy?"
"The time will come when even those who do not believe will need it."
I tried to ask him what he meant, but Stefano disappeared like the wind. At the same time, a visit was held.
"Lady, what are you looking at?"
Madame Marie smiled and asked me.
"Just.. I was getting some air."
I stared blankly at the seat where Stefano was sitting and replied. It seemed like all he had been there until now.
The palace was busier than ever. It had been noisy since early in the morning, and the reception room where the luncheon was to be held had been transformed into a dining room early in the morning.
Somehow, he kept putting food in his room to eat. The old restaurant was beyond repair. According to Madame Marie, the frugal Edita did not even tell the Emperor to repair it.
The reception room was the most ornate and well-decorated in the palace. and solemn religious worship paintings were painted on each wall. From paintings in which the selfless god of Ludenbach takes off his top and shows off his sexy muscles to the paintings in which he bestows grace on Ludenbach. The dynamic worship painting made my heart sink the whole time.
Of course, what made me feel sad more than anything else was the man sitting in front of me, Brandt Albenovic.
"I am honored that the lady prepared so carefully and welcomed me."
Black hair and black eyes impress with a more grandiose physique than painting. Unlike the men here who enjoy fancy clothes, he wore dark clothes like a military uniform, and even his voice was serious. If I had heard it in my world, I would have praised the honey dripping from his voice.
"As soon as you said you were coming, she couldn't sleep well because the lady was preparing all this by herself."
"Really?"
"I didn't know that the Lady was waiting so long for the Duke."
Seeing Madame Marie lying without spit in her mouth. I put a piece of meat back down on my plate.
My eyes turned to the man who was being tossed. Contrary to the cold impression that remains in my memory, Brandt greeted Madame Marie with a smile as soft as a pudding. I couldn't take my eyes off him because I was curious.
When Brandt tried to make eye contact with me, I hurriedly looked away, as if I were on fire.
I didn't do this on purpose. If Brandt's head was pointed at me, my head would turn as if I had been struck by a blow.
"When Your Excellency told me to bite all the maids because I wanted to have a deep conversation with the Lady... Oh my!"
Madam Marie, who had been chatting, screamed. Brandt accidentally spilled the glass, causing Madame Marie's dress to get soaked.
Brandt stood up in a panic, and I jumped up to examine Madam's clothes. The hem of her skirt was very wet.
"I'm sorry, ma'am."
"Oh, no. When you have a beautiful fiancée in front of you, you are bound to make mistakes. I understand everything."
I was about to be really ashamed of Madame Marie's bulge.
"I'll change my clothes right away. In the meantime, I'll bring a maid to serve for you."
"That's it. It only takes a while, so you don't have to bring in a maid."
"Then you two are going to be alone...?"
Madame Marie, who looked at me and him alternately, smirked at Brandt's words.
I know what Madam is expecting right now, but isn't it...
Contrary to Madame Marie's expectations, when she left the parlor, Brandt and I were speechless.
I looked at the quiet man, as if he was sucking in all the air around me. Brandt, who used to laugh a lot, was now burying his face in the plate and rolling the meat he didn't eat around with a fork. And very slowly.
My bored gaze climbed up Brandt's hand, which was moving meaninglessly, and groped his upper body. He returned with the expressionless Impression he had when I first saw him, and he was like a sober David. Fortunately, the body was also like the statue of David. His shoulders were wider than expected, and his forearms and chest were so well-groomed that you could feel their hardness even outside his clothes. In other words, his body killed me.
The corners of my mouth rose without me realizing it. His personality is a bit ambiguous, but it's still a good point...
"Is it so uncomfortable to be out?"
Brandt looked up at me. I was laughing and was in a daze for a while, then my waist was pressed against the chair as if I had been struck by lightning. Brandt also stood upright. It was a posture that even exuded arrogance.
But the problem now was not simply his arrogant attitude.
He... He spoke back to me!
Look at this, Madam Marie! Are you saying that he asked me to eat to get revenge on me?
My mind went blank. Is it so uncomfortable to be with me? Brandt was clearly upset by what had happened in the Riesel garden. He must have been heartbroken that I had responded to his courageous request with an iron wall.
I bowed my head in remorse, and something hot came up in my head.
'But that's right, why are you half-talking?'
I mustered up the courage again and looked at Brandt. However, when I met his eyes with his blank gaze, even the cold air flowed, and I changed my mind.
'Well, if you're too angry, you can say something half-hearted.'
I was already too subservient to be judged.
I lowered my head again and took a deep breath. Yes. I will calmly and clearly clear up misunderstandings!
"That's it... In the garden, I..."
...Why is my tongue like this? Birds, they're so servile than I thought.
"I'm not surprised now. You've always been like that."
Brandt interrupted me. He refused to make excuses, and the fork I was holding fell on the table.
Even though I sent a sign that I was clearly frightened, Brandt didn't blink an eye. Instead, he raised his glass to me as if I were crying, and suddenly dropped it.
'Are you spilling again?'
But the glass was held again by Brandt right on the table. It looks neat without a drop of water
I looked at Brandt's face without hiding my suspicion. To my surprise, he was smiling. With the same expression that he had slightly twisted his mouth at the welcome banquet.
I had an uneasy premonition. The glass is safely in his hand, and a meaningful smile.
'No way...'
Did you spill water on Madame Marie? Did you do it on purpose?
He could have grabbed the glass before it spilled, but he didn't.
'To be left alone with me...'
And now Brandt was reminding me of that.
Seeing Brandt drinking water with a casual expression, I got goosebumps on my forearm.
I felt that if I didn't somehow clear up this misunderstanding of this bloody man, I would end up in this world.
"I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. I didn't do it on purpose, but I have never done that since I was born..."
Just as I was about to make a sad confession, "It's because I haven't met a man," Brandt stood up from his seat.
"Aren't you tired of making excuses? I'm tired of listening."
The voice that pierced my ears made me freeze as I was speaking. Something was going seriously wrong with this.
Brandt approached me along the edge of the table, who was dazed. His leisurely gait made my heart beat faster.
This is how it would feel to see a huge tidal wave coming from afar.
The fear of something overwhelming that is slowly approaching, but eventually overwhelming me so that I can't escape.
"I'd rather you laugh at me, deceive me, and play with me like I used to."
And curiosity about beings that do not know where they come from.
"Don't act like you're suddenly someone else."
His low but deep voice made my body shrink as if I had been struck by lightning in the dry sky. However, the strength that had been pouring into my whole body slipped away from the confusion that followed.
Something was wrong.
'Just like before... Say?'
I carefully raised my frightened eyes. His eyes were fluttering like a dark sea. I rescued my resentment from the depths of darkness.
He was resentful of me.
"You Always Did".
I suddenly remembered what he had said just now.
Just like before. All the time.
As I pondered the two words, an ominous premonition flashed through my mind.
'Something happened.'
Brandt and Edita. Something must have happened between them.
At that moment, Brandt reached out. I squeezed my eyes shut in surprise.
'What did Edita do to get hit by a man?'
But contrary to my expectations, Brandt's hand quietly touched my face. It was a gentle touch as if it were smoothing a soft silk cloth. I felt a sense of numbness.
The body temperature of others hit and dropped dizzily on my cheeks and ears. The subtle touch made my whole body tingle as if it were being electrified.
His hand hesitated and touched my hair again. My hand, which he couldn't bear to touch properly, trembled between hesitation and longing, and he squeezed my blonde hair.
"What else are you thinking?"
He asked in a suppressed voice. However, I was asking for an answer from myself, not myself.
"It doesn't matter what you're thinking."
The trembling stopped in his hands, which had found the answer to himself.
I watched in confusion as my golden hair tangled and fell off on his fingers. Strangely. It was heartbreaking.
"It's too late to turn it back to your strength. You will marry me."
Brandt clenched his fists and hid them behind his back. I looked up at him with a frown on my brow without realizing it. I was confused. This situation, and my feelings about accepting this situation.
However, even in this confusion, there was one thing that was clearly felt.
'Is this marriage ruined...'
At this moment, there was no clearer realization.
I never dreamed that the timid Edita would be open to a man's relationship. I couldn't do it, but I had something else with Brandt with such a beautiful fiancé!
No matter what you did in the middle, you had to look at the people. Why did you choose this man? Edital... I was the only one in the middle, so what was this? However, I couldn't even say, "I don't remember anything right now," let alone "I'm actually from another world."
Brandt, who was staring at me helplessly, grabbed my wrist. The strong force I felt in his calloused hands pulled me towards him. This time, he was resolute without hesitation. His breath fell so much that it landed on my cheek, and Brandt's face came closer.
"Please never let me go anymore."
My whole body echoed with a solemn voice that seemed to penetrate deep into my skin.
He smiled into my eyes, which must have been trembling like aspen trees, and then returned to his place as if nothing had happened.
I now feel like everything is a lie. It was even more so when I saw him sitting down and drinking water again with dignity, as if something had happened.
Brandt, who sensed my gaze, said in a soft volce.
"Thank you so much for such a grand treat, Lady Edita."
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